It all started when I went to the south shore mall to pick up some last-minute Christmas gifts. I was in Macys looking for something for my girlfriend and wandered into the womens clothing department. I couldn’t help but notice all of the beautiful bras and panties and I was thinking about how soft they were, and how they might feel if I was wearing them. I know these thoughts are rather odd, and not normal for a guy like me, but I could sense that I was actually getting aroused thinking about what I might look like wearing them. As I continued to browse the isles, I accidentally wandered into the children’s section.
There were lots of different items on display, but the baby clothing is what really caught my eye, particularly the little onesies. They included features such as front zippers for easier changes, little feet for warmth and a buttoned back flap, like those my sister wore when we were young. Now I am relatively small for a grown man, but as I looked through the rack, I was surprised to see they had sizes for older children and junior adults as well.
It was at that moment, I noticed someone was watching me. A stern looking older woman, was glaring at me. She was tall with long greyish blonde hair, striking to say the least, but a bit intimidating. She began to walk over to me, and I quickly put the outfit I had in my hands back on the rack where I had found it. She wore high heels and towered over me, she had her hands on her hips and asked what I was doing. “My, my, what do we have here?” I explained to her that I was just looking, and I tried to convince her what I was doing was completely innocent, but I could tell she did not believe me.
After she left, I grabbed the largest onesie I could find. I had to try one on. I simply thought it would be fun to see if it would actually fit. I quickly chose a yellow one with white accents and headed toward the changing room. Since there was no attendant at the entrance to the fitting room, I figured it would be okay if I just went in. As I undressed and changed into the garment, I could hear others enter the space. I heard what sounded like a mother talking to her daughter, as well as other female voices whispering. “Ohh no…” I thought, had I entered the ladies changing room by mistake? I was so embarrassed, standing there in my yellow onesie I quickly tried to pull the curtain closed tight so nobody could see me.
That is when the inquisitive woman I had encountered earlier, yanked open the curtain! I started to say something, but she instantly gestured for me to be silent. She reached for her phone and quickly started to take pictures. It was at that moment, things got serious. I realized in all the excitement I hadn’t been able to finish zipping up the front of the onesie and to make matters worse I was sporting an erection which was completely exposed to my uninvited visitor.
She stepped into the changing stall, and drew the curtain closed. “If you don’t want me to start screaming, you will do exactly as I say,” She reached for my pants and took out my wallet and then she gave me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. I was to call the number in exactly ten minutes, and I would receive directions to a location where she would give me a chance to make amends and avoid a very embarrassing situation. Given this awful predicament, I figured I had no choice, and how bad could it be anyway, especially compared to involving the police. Then, Just before she turned to depart, she gave me a wicked little smile and said, “Now say thank you to Auntie….”
Obviously, I needed to leave and more importantly get my wallet back, so I removed the onesie, quickly dressed, peeked outside the curtain to make sure the coast was clear, and scurried out of the store to the parking garage. As I approached my car, I sensed I was being followed. Was it security? Did she report me? When I turned around, there was a store security guard fast on my heels! I jumped into the drivers seat of my car, slammed the door shut and started the engine.
I answered the tap on my window by rolling it down and acting surprised. “Is there a problem?” I asked. The large man replied, “I think I should be asking you that question, why were you running from the store?” My careful explanation regarding a distressing text message which needed immediate attention seemed to suffice. I was advised to carry on and he left.
I looked around the lot, relieved to see I was now alone, so I dialed the number written on the paper. “I said ten minutes, not twenty, you are late!” she snapped. I was ordered to get on the highway, head north and take exit 17. As I drove, she continued to speak to me in an angered manner until I reached the exit. “Where is she bringing me?” I was unfamiliar with this neighborhood I thought to myself. She directed me to a large apartment building complex and I was told to go to the back entrance. I was buzzed in immediately upon entering the foyer and she told me to go to apartment 101 and then hung up.
I walked down the long hallway and saw a door to one of the apartments ajar. It was 101. As I approached, someone reached out and grabbed my arm pulled me in and closed the door behind me.
“Now strip!” She ordered as she loomed over me.
“I am not going to take my clothes off, what the hell do you think this is?” I barked. That is when I felt her anger for the first time as she slapped me across the face. She grabbed my arm forcefully and said “Strip, all of it, now.” My eyes were tearing up, I was so in shock, so I just did as I was told and removed all of my clothes. I was so embarrassed.
And there I stood for what seemed like hours with my head down, waiting and wondering “what have I gotten myself into?”